I love spring. I love the weather warming up, the flowers, the longer days.
I love the newness of life, baby birds, calves, baby babies. Spring is a good time to be alive.
This spring finds me working with Ann Dee, celebrating my divorce and my anniversary with my agent. And working on a book of my own.
It’s been a while since I’ve written a mid-grade on my own.
I have two characters I love and four adults I quite like.
Plus a teacher (based on my own 4th grade teacher, Miss Emery. She told the scariest stories.).
And a true life wrasseling star from the Olden Days.
Those are the players.
Then there has to be a plot. (Why? Why-oh-why must there be plot? Why can’t lovely words just make the story?)
So there’s the ‘borrowing’ of cars. Doing ‘naughty’ things. And a baby coming pretty darn quick.
And the wondering that I must do–what do these girls really want?
Will Miss Emery show up again wearing a wrasseling outfit?
Will Grampa Jo and Nanny find love?
Will Etta and Kat find themselves in the wrasseling ring?
Just what is going to happen?
We all know character moves the plot. What will my little girls and their grandparents do to make a story happen?
I’m ready to let them lead me.
There’s a murder in my next book and I gotta get words down for that.
First there’s the spring.
And a new baby in a book.
A new plot.
Then the dark.